(tim johnson/kelly cole)
Black smoke rolling from my old rambler
I pulled into joe's auto supply
Desperate for some kind of answer
Ol' joe, he's a friend of mine
I said, hey joe i've got a problem
And i told him about what you had done
He looked at me and he shook his head
And said sorry i can't help you son
I can fix your carburetor
I can rebuild your alternator
I can change the plugs i can change the wires
Replace all four bald tires
I've got a warehouse full of parts
But i don't know a thing about a broken heart
No i don't know a thing about a broken heart
So i went down to ol' doc miller's
I told the nurse he just had to see me
He took me in when he heard me tell her
This was an emergency
I said, oh doc she really hurt me
And then my tears fell like rain
He said i've had at least a million patients
But never one in so much pain
I could write you a prescription
Give you a straight shot of penicillin
I could run a hundred different tests
Or put a stethoscope to your chest
And if it stops i'll give you cpr
But i don't know a thing about a broken heart
No i don't know a thing about a broken heart
So girl that's how i finally wound up at your door
Hopin' that you had the answers i've been searchin' for
'cause i don't even have a clue of how i'll ever get over you
So tell me now where do i start
'cause i don't know a thing about a broken heart
No i don't know a thing about a broken heart
Lord i don't know a thing about a broken heart